Giwang dari Inang

 

Dalam kantong beludru merah, sepasang giwang itu disimpan
Disodorkan oleh tangan Inang yang kukunya berpoles kembang pacar
Untuk kau, katanya
Giwang emas sekian gram dengan setitik berlian
Supaya cantik kalau marpesta
Walau jauh anakku itu, suamimu

Anak si Inang memang sedang bekerja di lepas laut sana
Sudah enam bulan dia pergi, kenang inang
Sejak Natalan gereja di kampung, ingatnya
Sejak aku keguguran kali ketiga, catat Anggi

Bibel berkata hari berlalu seperti torak
Walau tak paham benar soal torak, Anggi menghitung
Sudah tiga kali giwang itu dia pakai ke pesta menemani Inang
Sudah lima pujian dia dapat
Sudah dua transferan dia terima dari suaminya, lewat Inang
Sudah ada tiga surat, yang lalu berhenti setelah kepergian si Abang masuk bulan ke delapan

Giwang itu selalu Anggi bersihkan setiap selesai pakai
Pernah Abang menjanjikan untuk membelikan yang lebih besar
Beratnya, juga karat berliannya
Tapi temani dulu Mamakku ya
Sedih Mamak, belum ada cucunya

Setelah lepas setahun tiga bulan, surat dari Abang kembali datang
Kali ini untuk Inang
Abang harus meminang perempuan lain yang hamil karenanya
Sehat, kehamilan si perempuan itu
Tidak seperti Anggi yang selalu gagal memberikan cucu
Pendarahan karena ini itu

Mana ada madu rasanya masam!
Tolak Anggi pada perjanjian yang ditawarkan
Kembalikan dulu giwang dariku itu
Inang murka, karena Anggi tak setuju untuk bungkam
Kau kan tahu betapa rindunya aku punya cucu
Supaya ada keturunan anakku

Anggi tahu, tahu betul
Tapi tetap pergi ia, setelah mengembalikan giwang di dalam kantong beludru merah

Inang tidak tahu, bahwa berliannya sudah dicungkil di toko emas Berkat milik Koh Anton yang ditempuh Anggi dalam waktu tiga jam naik motor pinjaman
Diganti serpihan zirkon yang nampak serupa

Anggi tahu, tahu betul
perbuatannya tak indah
apalagi, uangnya tak seberapa

Tetapi daripada membayangkan dirinya
disebut perempuan malang
saat Inang dan anaknya itu
menyambut cucu baru yang katanya lelaki

Lebih baik,
Ia dikenal sebagai perempuan sialan

Oleh Tressabel (yang tidak pernah punya giwang berlian)
*Bibel (Alkitab dalam bahasa Batak)

How to get what you want in life (or at least, for your birthday)

Joining billions of other people in the world, I also did the “Which F.R.I.EN.D.S character are you?” quiz while procrastinating. It resulted in dr. Richard Burke. (I thought I was a Monica)

One time when we were still dating, I asked Yovan the same question. Which of the series’ characters do you see fit me the most? To my surprise, he said, “Rachel.” But the conversation switched to talking about how the love story of Rachel and Ross is one of the worst in the world. You name all the newly found words; toxic, gaslighting, love bombing. It was all in that one and off ten years lobster tale. 

Fast forward to 2023. A week before my birthday, I sent Yovan my wish list. Things that I want for my birthday, Christmas, or just for the pleasure of it. They are not necessarily what I need. Now before we go further, let me tell you about this list. 

It’s not as simple as listing beige trousers, running shoes, or laptop case. My list has a description of the item, the size, and the link to where one can find them. It’s also categorised in price range, so buying within your budget is possible. See? Could I be more Monica?

Yovan was perplexed at first. The idea of buying a birthday gift from a list is not something he can comprehend. “Will you be okay with it? There’s no element of surprise!” he asked, being a spontaneous and gleeful person who loves romance more than anyone I know. “But you know I hate surprises,” I answered and reassured him again that having people singing Happy Birthday to me at a restaurant is a big no-no for me. 

Here are my takes that convinced him to have one solicited document containing things we want that we can go to on Birthdays, Christmas, or a just cause: 

1. Buying things from a wish list benefits both the receiver and the giver. The giver does not have to stumble from one idea to another, the receiver will be satisfied

2. Zero errors! The arms of the shirt will sit perfectly on the shoulder, and the lipstick shade will be THAT exact Merlot and not Burgundy. The insole of the shoes will cause no chaffing.  

3. There still is an element of surprise because the receiver will not know which item you are buying

4. The recipient WILL appreciate it, and it will not end up as clutter (or being exchanged to store credit)

5. Zero errors and I know I already said that!

There! These are my Rachel's quirks! How she ensures everyone to "Stick with the list," my mind tells me as I speak the last bit of my in-depth objective. I get it. But Yovan is no Ross. So I think we are good.

PS: Would you try this Wish List with your spouse?

"You will never forget the smell." A honeymoon story

 You will never forget the smell.

It was a mix of nitrogen and hydrogen (I wanted to say ammonia, and what I meant was urine) fusing with mildew brought by the dropping temperature. 

Surely enough, the concoction is not the most fragrant. But your sense of smell will be inhaling the said aroma whenever you think of the city that never sleeps. 

I do not know how but that's what is still happening seven days after the trip ended. 

The Brooklyn Bridge

Like most people, I also have a list of places to visit before I die. As basic as it sounds, New York City is one of them. The name sits after Tokyo, which I am dying to go to for the World Marathon Majors, followed by London for the idea of bumping into Robert Smith and to watch endless rock concerts. 

After years of collecting old covers of The New Yorker magazines and souvenirs from The Met museum and pinning hundreds of boards on Pinterest, that day finally happened. 

Here's the sweetest part. New York was our honeymoon destination!

My husband studied in the U.S. in the '90s, so this was not his first, but it is for me. So I let him usher on our agenda and what to do, as long as we visit all the bookstores and see one Broadway show. We did. It was a mesmerising performance of Jefferson Mays on Christmas Carol. The Met was also one great decision worth repeating. Here's a quick tip: Wear comfy sneakers and warm socks. I did and it helped me stroll around without feeling weary. 

Basic tourist photo at The Times Square

To summarise the trip in one blog article would not be enough. This trip was mind-boggling in so many ways while at the same time allowing me to appreciate home even more.

The weather tested us to the bone in literal and figurative meaning. We often find ourselves walking through the narrow alleys of Chinatown for over-rice dishes because our palate cannot be satisfied with bread and pizza alone. My take on food may not be one to take notes from as my palate is 99% south east asian, so I pretty much eat solely for energy as I keep telling myself I will soon go back to my flavourful Indonesian dishes. 

The subway system puzzled me since I arrived. Luckily Yovan was excellent at it. Our encounter with homeless people and those under the influence of drugs was countless, leaving a different kind of despair in our hearts. Although, some of them preached real good about the return of the Messiah!

Certain things bring us contentment. 

A festive cheer that may have come too early if compared to other parts of the world. The city was dressing up for Christmas like someone wearing a Sunday best. Dogs are everywhere (their turds, some. So watch your step!). You meet them on subway trains, at restaurants, and at airports. You see them bracing for the cold weather in dog vests walking with their owners getting coffee and bagels. 

High Line

Yovan had his heart filled to the rim with delight visiting sneakers stores and revisiting some of his favourite places. All the bookstores got me all excited. I almost got myself exceeding the capacity of our baggage. Reunions with old friends were lovely, and meeting our Bali friends was unexpected!

Most importantly, Yovan and I got to know each other more. Some quirks only showed when we were away from home, so are habits we did not realise we had. All in all, it was a trip that brought us closer, and we promise to do it again someday when we are better equipped with thermal undergarments and maybe face masks to cover that distinctive smell. 

Ooh oh. There it is again. I can smell it. 

PS: We flew to Chicago and drove to Milwaukee during this trip and stayed for two nights. That story will need a separate space.  

PS.PS: Thank you sayang for this sweet and unforgettable honeymoon. 

Chicago. Teaser for a different post

Perempuan dan Prestasi

Satu dekade lewat sejak Farah lulus kuliah. Kerja keras ia sudah, dan tahun lalu ia menikah. 

Usianya mepet ke angka 40. Kata beberapa lapisan masyarakat; sudah terlambat, hampir tak laku, perawan tua. Farah cengar cengir saja. Terutama di bagian perawan tadi.

Bersama karib dan suami, Farah siang malam berurusan dengan mimpi. 

Mimpi anak-anak yang nasibnya dekat dengan celaka, untuk bisa meraup hari esok di sekolah yang terjangkau, namun yang atapnya bukan jerami.
Ketika sekolah itu resmi dibuka, Farah dan suami kebetulan merayakan hari jadi.
Beberapa ucapan terbaca begini
“Selamat Wedding Anniversary, segeralah punya anak keburu semakin tua… hihihi”

Lalu ada Rara. Usianya mungkin 33 waktu ia membawa jubah putih yang didapatkan dari melahap ilmu kedokteran, masuk ke dalam hutan belantara.
Ia menenteng sekotak peralatan kesehatan seadanya.
Tak seperti Farah yang menikah, Rara merasa cukup hidup dengan kenyataan di sisinya saja. Perbaiki dulu. Mimpi lain kususul nanti. Itupun kalau ada kepingin.
Rara meniup lilin ulang tahunnya yang ke 43, saat seluruh warga kampung pelosok berbondong mendirikan klinik baru.
Komentar terbaca setelah Rara berhasil mengunggah satu foto klinik itu di media sosialnya.
“Hebatnya Rara! Jangan kelamaan di desa tapi… nanti lupa kawin!”

Dewi baru dua puluh sembilan waktu itu.
Tapi, sudah paham betul ia. Lebam di tangan atau muka, serta bungkam yang karena pemerkosa, tak lagi bisa ditutupi.
Dikawaninya semua korban masuk ke jalur jalur yang menjanjikan solusi.
Mulai dari sini dulu, batinnya. Supaya diam tak jadi benih lahirnya keperihan lain
Setelah cadasnya birokrasi ia tebangi, di usia 50 , Dewi berhasil membuat sistem tertata. Korban berani dan tahu kemana harus bersuara, lewat yayasan yang baru didirikannya.
Ucapan perayaan masuk di messenger “Selamat ya Wi, andai kamu sempat menikah dan punya anak, pasti semakin lengkap hidup kamu!”

Farah, Rara dan Dewi tergelak geli dari tempat mereka masing-masing.

Semoga… mereka sempat bertemu
Ikhlas menyadari pekerjaan belum usai
Terus merangkak atau berlari

Menyadarkan dunia bahwa
Perempuan dan prestasi bukan melulu soal pelaminan dan menambah manusia di bumi.

Gentayangan

Kerry Youmans

Pagi itu ada kegusaran di RT 11/RW 10

Ada kerumunan, ada misuh-misuh

Garis polisi kuning membentengi pagar sebuah rumah

Terparkir di situ

mobil jenazah menanti penumpangnya yang kaku

 

Berbagai ponsel terangkat diatas kepala

Jepret sana, rekam situ, unggah ini, unduh itu

Nama Tuhan, Gusti, Allah

bergantian diserukan dengan rintihan pilu

Ya ampun, astaga, gila!

 

Kantong jenazah tampak digotong keluar

Ada perempuan paruh baya meraung disisinya

Lelaki sedikit lebih tua dari si perempuan, berdiri di depan polisi sambil menepuk-nepuk dadanya sambil bersumpah entah apa

 

Benar ya gantung diri?

Masa karena diperkosa?

Itu bapaknya, tiri kan ya? Masa ibunya gak curiga ya?

Aduh… kasian anak gadis satu-satunya

Dipukulin kali?!

Was…wes…wos… was…wes…wos

Berbagai ocehan terdengar kacau naik turun disela seruan petugas yang mulai meminta kerumunan pergi

 

Dari sela-sela daun pohon angsana tua yang tinggi

Ada secercah kedamaian mengintip

Matanya berkilauan begitu indah, si kedamaian itu

Ia leluasa mengamati kerumunan keras kepala 

yang enggan meninggalkan lokasi

 

Tersenyum dia 

“Aku sudah tenang sekarang.” katanya pada sinar matahari pagi yang setia menemani

“Nanti malam, aku bisa gentayangan.” lanjutnya 

Matahari diam saja

Seperti menyetujui karena artinya, ini tugas si Rembulan

 

Secercah kedamaian tadi berlalu

tanpa lupa mengubah kilauan matanya menjadi telaga hitam yang deras oleh pilu

dan senyumannya tadi 

menjadi seringai yang sarat ngeri

 

(Untuk dendam-dendam di langit yang belum terbayarkan) 

 

Sepatu Bapak

Oleh J Svennberg- free royalty istock

Kemarin Bapak janji mau menemani beli sepatu

Karena sebentar lagi

Masuk tahun ajaran baru

Sepatuku sudah bunyi-bunyi

Karena lidahnya telah lebar menganga

 

Plak.. pluk… plak… pluk

Begitu kata si sepatu tanpa merek itu

Pokoknya harus jadi beli

Begitu ujarku

 

Sudah pukul tiga petang

Bapak belum juga terlihat bersiap pergi

Padahal aku sudah mandi

 

Besok saja

Kata Bapak, membuat bibirku manyun tiga senti

Bapak malu ke toko sepatu

Alasannya

Sambil menyeka dahi dengan handuk basah

Ada luka disana

Di dahinya yang lebar

Seperti dahiku

 

Tapi esok kan tokonya tutup Pak

Dan lusa aku sudah masuk sekolah

Aku mulai merengek

 

Masak iya aku pinjam sepatu Bapak?

 

Bapak tertawa

Tahu jelas maksudku sepatu yang mana

Sepatu warna merah menyala yang hak nya tinggi sekali

 

Mana nyaman dipakai sekolah

Walau ukuran kaki kita sama

Bapak bergurau

Saking bongsornya badanku

 

Aku ikut tergelak

Urung merajuk

Luluh sudah marahku melihat dahi bonyok bapak

Yang nampak menyatu dengan sisa riasannya tadi malam

 

Lagipula, tinggal yang kiri sepatuku itu

Kata Bapak sambil mengelus kepangku

Aku diam saja

 

Kasihan sama Bapak karena sepatunya tinggal sebelah

Tapi senang karena sepatunya yang sebelah lagi

Semalam hilang karena dilempar Bapak

 

Membalas gerombolan lelaki sialan

Yang menimpuk bapak dan teman-temannya dengan batu

Saat semalam cari uang di jalanan

 

Sepatu yang kanan ya pak yang hilang?

Aku memastikan

Iya

Jawab Bapak dengan tenang

 

Semoga kena orangnya ya Pak

dan semoga lukanya lebih parah dari luka di dahi Bapak

Doaku

Cukup dalam hati

Karena aku tahu, Bapak tak akan mengaminkan

 

 

Oleh Tressabel Hutasoit

Terinspirasi dari perbincangan bersama teman, mengenai problematika kekerasan terhadap saudara-saudara LGBT di dunia ini.

King David and Robert Nesta Marley

Here's my personal vow I read to Yovan, my husband, on our wedding day, March 12.

"I asked you one random question last year; If you could have anyone, dead or alive, singing at your wedding... who would that be?

You answered King David of Israel. I wanted Bob Marley.

That conversation reminds me of how different we are, yet so much alike.

For obvious reasons, none of them can make it tonight. However, I am sure the most important guest is here. That is Jesus Christ

You once said that I am one of God's favourite and you've been treating me like one too.

I have so much to say to you right now but I'll keep it for when the guests are gone

Here comes the real part...

When things get hard. Because we know someday it will

When God says no. Because sometimes He might

Or when it's really hard for you to understand my crazy idea about life, when I am too stubborn, when you realised I'll never be a good cook... and when the weight of the world is on our shoulders or when we are sick...

I hope you'll find the heart to remind us what we have promised God today

I love you, and I cannot wait to glorify God in this marriage with you ❤ 

PS: If you want to read our story, click A Conscious Love Story